Chapter 58: The Prize

The Dao Debate was held in the grandest hall of the Biwu Mountain Villa, the Lingyun Hall. Its stairways were made of white jade, its roof tiles of colored glass, and all around, lotus lanterns sculpted from millennium-old frosted jade cast a cool, lingering fragrance, creating an atmosphere so magnificent it seemed otherworldly.

Inside the hall, spiritual mists drifted, and the young talents from various sects clustered in small groups, conversing and laughing with ease.

Chu Yuyao wore a half-face silver mask, the very one she had brought along the way, and followed behind Yan Jingchen and the others as they entered the hall.

Though everyone knew what she looked like, no one—

“What? Credit? Captain Xie, you must be joking! If I report to B, how am I supposed to explain Lya’s death?” Pan Riwan’s forehead was slick with nervous sweat.

Mu Ze had explained everything to Maggie, yet Maggie hadn’t left on her own initiative; on the contrary, she continued to frequent Longze Garden as Mu Ze’s fiancée. To the outside world, everything appeared perfectly normal.

Liu Che glanced at his watch, frowning slightly: she should be punctual; perhaps something has delayed her.

Meng Yanshan stared dazedly at the swiftly departing figure, as if something unseen was chasing him.

Even though she wept in silence, he could still sense it, and could no longer resist striding forward to pull her into his arms, holding her tightly.

“All right, I’ll connect the satellite phone through my computer, but we can’t talk for too long, or we’ll be detected.” Yin Zhilin sprang into action.

It was already close to noon, and there were even more people on the streets. After a few turns, the car entered a desolate, open area. Surveying the surroundings, I guessed this must be an abandoned, uninhabited zone.

If you need to leave midway, please save this page to your bookmarks to continue watching later!

Two slender, furtive figures hid in the shadows by the palace gate, their eyes full of longing fixed on the entrance, as if stepping through it would fulfill their deepest desires.

“Trying to leave?” But just as she spoke, the young man blocked her path, exuding that same dangerous aura as before.

“I’m fine, there’s no need to worry so much,” Xiao Zitian said, touching her face, which burned with heat. Just from the sensation, she knew her temperature had shot up.

I immediately turned and ran toward the hotel entrance, but as soon as I reached the steps, I saw Lin Rongshen’s car still parked outside. Startled, I darted back inside, my startled appearance drawing curious looks from the hotel staff.

As the assassin raised his sword to strike again, Ya’s blade arrived just in time, plunging heavily into the attacker’s back.

We wandered until sunset before returning to Han Shaomin’s residence, where we prepared to take our leave, since we still needed to hurry back with the Jiwu blood.

I was startled, thinking the Qi family had found us, but Guan Zhinuo quickly gestured for silence. I could only stare fixedly at the door, listening to the footsteps outside.

Huiji and the others following behind were all stunned. Had they seen it right? Those honored scholars were actually saluting Han Yue?

Neither Chu Xuyang nor the coach interfered much with the final choice. In the end, at the top laner’s request, they picked the Exiled Blade.

She lowered her gaze to the letter in her hand, convinced that once Yongle read it, he would seek out Xia Qingxiao just as she expected.

Such an agreeable emperor was rare indeed. Kneeling on the ground, A Ying couldn’t help but raise her brows slightly for a quick, furtive glance.

Dongfang Jian, gripping the scroll, bowed as she did; the other young lords quickly echoed her, offering birthday wishes to the noble consort.

But at this hour, Tianqi had yet to rise, and Wei Zhongxian could only wait patiently until the sun climbed high in the sky.

In Lin Yaodong’s eyes, as far as combat skill was concerned, with equal power, Tang San was the strongest he had ever seen. Even Hong and Thunder God, whom he’d met on Earth, likely paled in pure technique and awareness compared to Tang San.